Snapshots between Now and Then

" What is this life so full of care, we have no time to stand and stare" ...
No that' s not a reason why I havent stood and ruminated to write for more than a year... An overdose of writing with a goal was more a reason that turned me off, until those creative juices turned on again.. ( well an ideal time.. given that its summer.. we could do with some respite from thirst !!)
Lets just rewind to some turning point in our lives.. Right here as you read.. If any of us had to choose some point in the past, and between then and now, replay that journey.. how would that path be? If our lives were stationed at some point, we would never be where we are presently. But then how fulfilling has our journey been? Some of us , are perhaps too busy living then? or perhaps existing through events to realise that its a journey that we are embarking on and living through. Why do I compare life to a journey , its well so much like that...Life is such that we perceive, imbibe and chug along as we go on. Its the sights and sounds that stick on in memories and make those memories. You can live two years in ten minutes as you run through those moments as snapshots. Like milestones ... But wait there isn' t really a fixed destination. At each milestone that we create , the paths can change like quicksilver.. Now thats quite unlike a railroad track!

There have been those times that I have seen in these snapshots that leave me dumbfounded. At the stops of those ' journeys" sometimes we ask ourselves, is this where we wanted to head out. It hasn' t ended ( and never will ) but then are those twists the ones which we wanted to take , or did we even realise that we would stand at a different juncture because of that one turn? I would like to think of each turn as a discovery of another one that will follow. One must drive to get somewhere, and if one doesnt, he is just there stuck in a rut with an engine that begins to rust. And then there are times when the armour gets dusty , but you can shine up by turning again on a path that settles the dust.
There are storm clouds to face, blazing heat, cold showers and well a rainbow at the end of the horizon as well.
How much can we brave , endure , persist on a road that seems rough, for if you want to see a rainbow you have to pass through the rain first.
Apart from my passion for " politically correct" actual travels that you read about on this blog,life to me is the biggest journey but not one to the grave with intentions of arriving safely in a pretty well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out and loudly proclaiming ... WOW! What a ride!